Down In a Hidden Garden
by Pamela Glasgow
Down in a hidden garden,
In spring,
At close of day,
The rattle of spears fell silent
When Yesu knelt to pray.
Envy’s cry stood muted,
Conflict passed away,
Down in a hidden garden,
In spring,
At close of day.
The hounds of hell ceased baying,
The mauraders quit the field,
None did pierce with hated knife
As the King Himself did yield.
Where, O Where the watchmen?
Do none His counsels keep?
Kindred! Let hands and prayers ascend—
Now is not time to sleep.
Who did mark His battle?
Unheralded came Victorious Good;
The war was waged,
Fought,
And won,
Before Yesu at long last stood.
He triumphed against fist
And whip
And stake
Against a stumbling,
Sorrowful Way,
Down in a hidden garden,
In spring,
At close of day.
[Ǎmad 𐤏𐤌𐤃 “to stand, stand up, to arise, to endure.”]